tit-tot-astic
nonsense talked: 70 percent ( conservative estimate)
scenarios recreated: abundant
hours slept: few
bottles cracked open: who is counting
champagne imploding in freezer: 1
spontaneous eruption into dancing: every night
DJing: professsssssssssh
losing track of time: permanent state of mind
films devoured: 5
new tats discussed: 3
films female tots slept through: another country
films male tots ignored: business of strangers
unexpected buzz kill: buffy/anya/frat boy slaying
genius turn of phrase: tot A coining the title of filippo's cinematic adaptation: "il tortellino"
hours spent idling in the sun: 3
pages turned in books, basking in the sun: 20 (max)
scarce portions served: 5 (i skipped a meal)
dogs on heat: just the one, dear
oscar-winning scripts conceived: one, at a time, dear
eruptions into spotaneous song: bountiful
definition of love: tenerezza infinita
fragments of the above: plastered on the fridge (sort of)
3 comments:
... and I'm back. Tits up old thing! The Oscars await us. In frocks.
tenerezza infinitaaaaa!
missed the weekend, thought of you all ad nauseum
you forgot
beds made: 4
sheets folded: 58
neighbours appeased: 1
km driven in a state of illness-induced insanity: 164
fun had: infinite...
missing you
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